Battle of Passchendaele

Brave young lads who were loved so well/ Sent to bleed in a living hell/ Over the top and there they fell/ Writing a last letter to Jane or Nell/ With a shot of Pusser's their fears to quell/ Some did live to tell the tail/ But thereafter their nights did not go well/ Hearing their torn comrade's final yell/ Over and over, clear as a bell/ Those who found themselves at Passchendaele.